Is this a love poem I suppose it is
by Lin Lundie
| rites of passage | namings, weddings, burials always shoulder to shoulder we have stood usually me on your right |
| last night | across a dinner table I remembered, saw you remembered leaving all those parties |
| together | with our keys |
| never | throwing them in a bowl or tossing them on the carpet |
| home | wherever home was then lighting candles drinking wine or water baking bread |
| ls this a love poem. | I suppose it is |
| we | would have thought ourselves Heloise and Abelard in those days if we had known who they were |
| we wait | now, face to face, back to back for Père Lachaise, or some such kindness to keep us united. |